Thread: Time to confess

Did you ever blame someone for something you did ?

Did you ever steal a chocolate bar from your local shop, or maybe rob a bank, poison your aunt, if the answer is yes we want to know


As for me !!

I once told a boss of mine that my mate had been in the one and only male toilet for over an hour.

I suggested in a joking way he should set fire to some paper and stuff it under the loo door to smoke him out. I had no idea he would really do it but he did !!! it was funny as hell watching him running out of the loo pulling his pants up and trying to stamp out the burning paper.

I never told my mate it was me that told him to do it.

That was back back in the early 80,s , these days you would the sack for something like that, oh happy days

I used to take cherry tomatoes from Sainsbury's when I was about . . . six years old. I would line them up in my coat sleeve, letting one drop into my hand every so often. I did this every time we went shopping for about a year.

Apparently, the manager knew I was doing it all along. He came up to me one time and said "You like them don't ya?" I was bricking it; I said "Am I going to prison now?" He laughed, pulled a bag of beef tomatoes from behind his back and gave them to me. "Take as many as you like *wink*."

I love that stealing's funny when you're six.

Damn. I'm nearly 20 years old and that's the worst thing I've ever done. Well, I've probably killed at least a quarter of a million people in games; that makes me a mass murderer in the virtual realm .

I once blamed my cats for breaking a jar I stumbled on by accident. Other than that... well... I'm an awful liar so I've never managed to do so.

I'm pretty good at making excuses, though.

What is this, the Spanish Inquisition?

I probably have, I just can't remember any. Most times where I would naturally get into trouble, I either get away with it (fighting) or I serve my time (swearing in front of my mother). But if I do happen to remember an incident, it'll be up.

The only criminal/cruel act I ever committed never happened, but I came very close, and the intent was there for sure! This occurred when I was about 3 years old, possibly my earliest memory, that fortunately stayed with me and taught me a very important lesson in child rearing. I was spanked as a child for misbehaviors, and I resented the power my parents had over me (I see that now, but not consciously back then).

One afternoon a man and his toddler son, about half my age and size, still walking in a stumbling "new to this" way, came past my house as I sat playing alone in the front yard. The toddler, however, was a half block ahead of his dad, so I saw only him. He began to walk up to me over the grass on my lawn, and my first thought was, "I am going to hit him as soon as he gets close enough... punishment for trespassing on my yard! (paraphrased from baby think)" I remember vividly how anxious and excited I was to finally get the chance to be the punisher, not the punishee. For once, finally, I would be the one to do the smacking! He was almost within reach when I heard his dad call to him and knew my plan was foiled. That was the first real disappointment I remember in my life.

The moral of the story is strong, and it's why I remember the experience to this day. I never smacked or spanked my own child, because I KNEW from my own childhood memory the awful effect that it can have on a developing mind. Those who get smacked learn to smack. It's that simple. We worry about protecting our kids from violence on TV and movies, but the most dangerous violence for children to see is often the "parenting" in their own homes. Corporal punishment puts the idea of violence being "okay" in their innocent heads, As the famous poem says, Children Learn What They Live!

By the way, my child is in her twenties, and she's the most moral, ethical, fair, generous, and thoughtful person I know. Had I not remembered how much I wanted to hit someone smaller way back then, I might not have seen the light and broken with the spanking tradition of my family and most families I knew.

Since I've been a scapegoat practically all my life, it's not only hard for me to remember any of the times when I (must have surely) blamed someone else for something I actually did, it's also hard for me even to put myself in the state of mind that wants to blame another for something I did. Indeed, one of my pastimes as a child was to cogitate intently on various things I had been blamed for, thereby to discover a thread that I assumed ran through tangled regions of cause-and-effect from me to the blamed catastrophe. (Sometimes I found a connection, and sometimes I didn't. I always tried, though.)

In fact, now that I think about it, I am more often found gleefully taking the blame for things that I DID NOT do.

When life hands you lemons....

I am sure that at some point in my life I must have blamed somebody else for something I did, but I'm thinking & I'm not getting anything.

Originally Posted by Phyllis

The only criminal/cruel act I ever committed never happened, but I came very close, and the intent was there for sure! This occurred when I was about 3 years old, possibly my earliest memory, that fortunately stayed with me and taught me a very important lesson in child rearing. I was spanked as a child for misbehaviors, and I resented the power my parents had over me (I see that now, but not consciously back then).

One afternoon a man and his toddler son, about half my age and size, still walking in a stumbling "new to this" way, came past my house as I sat playing alone in the front yard. The toddler, however, was a half block ahead of his dad, so I saw only him. He began to walk up to me over the grass on my lawn, and my first thought was, "I am going to hit him as soon as he gets close enough... punishment for trespassing on my yard! (paraphrased from baby think)" I remember vividly how anxious and excited I was to finally get the chance to be the punisher, not the punishee. For once, finally, I would be the one to do the smacking! He was almost within reach when I heard his dad call to him and knew my plan was foiled. That was the first real disappointment I remember in my life.

The moral of the story is strong, and it's why I remember the experience to this day. I never smacked or spanked my own child, because I KNEW from my own childhood memory the awful effect that it can have on a developing mind. Those who get smacked learn to smack. It's that simple. We worry about protecting our kids from violence on TV and movies, but the most dangerous violence for children to see is often the "parenting" in their own homes. Corporal punishment puts the idea of violence being "okay" in their innocent heads, As the famous poem says, Children Learn What They Live!

By the way, my child is in her twenties, and she's the most moral, ethical, fair, generous, and thoughtful person I know. Had I not remembered how much I wanted to hit someone smaller way back then, I might not have seen the light and broken with the spanking tradition of my family and most families I knew.

What a chilling read Phyllis and very deep too.
It really opened my eyes what you just wrote and so eloquently.
Thank you for that.

My dog broke wind once, and I claimed it.

It was a real good one. I shouldn't have, I know.